silence

Maybe all that silence about my brother did something to me. I think it did. Not talking can make a guy pretty lonely

Silence descended on the house. [....] Amma must have sensed that this was the sort of silence that, left unchallenged, could consume the family from within.

Friends understand the unsaid words, no matter if they are silent for years.

Thought for the day: we have far too many of them. And we prize them too highly; more so than we do the power of silence, mindfulness and pure kindness.

Our distracted digital world is here to stay, so the question is more of how we can truly embrace the beauty that is the stillness and the silence.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

The part of her that should have been disgusted was numb.

the siren song/called silence

Sometimes Truth cannot be silenced.

My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences.

At times to be silent is to lie. You will win because you have enough brute force. But you will not convince. For to convince you need to persuade. And in order to persuade you would need what you lack: Reason and Right

It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.

Am I making something worth while?I__ not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making something worth while?I__ not sure.There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn__ find anything lightly to say,so I simply walked awaybut still wondered what he did with his lifebecause he didn__ even speak to meor look at mebut still made me wonder who he wasand I walked away askingAm I making something worth while?I am not sure.I am a complicated person with a simple lifeand I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.

I waitwith silent passionfor one gestureone glancefrom you

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Quite often it's not about what is said, but what isn't. And even when it's spoken, read between the lines. Listening with the heart is just as important as hearing with the mind.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

There is a song in your heart, only you can hear it. In silence, that is the song of longing and love.